Tony Stark's Curiosity

"Ah-choo!" Saitama let out a long sneeze and vigorously rubbed his nose twice, but it still felt a little uncomfortable. Then he sneezed again, and this time his nose felt clear and comfortable.

"Who is it?" Tony Stark, sporting a sexy little mustache, frowned, a hint of displeasure showing on his face.

"I don't remember giving my business card to that guy. So who sold it after getting it from me?"

"Sorry, sir, there's no record of that, so I can't determine who sold it after obtaining your business card," the intelligent butler Jarvis replied.

"All right. Maybe I casually tossed out a business card, and someone picked it up and sold it."

"Sir, Mr. Norton is outside. Shall I let him in?" Jarvis reminded him again.

"Mm, all right. For the sake of the business card in his hands, let him in. I'd also like to know who he got his card from."

Mr. Norton, the man who had bought the business card from Skye and Saitama, was waiting outside with an expression of nervous anticipation.

In fact, Norton himself wasn't sure whether he would get to meet Tony Stark after obtaining the business card. After all, it was only a business card. He had come here simply to try his luck. Perhaps Tony Stark's head wasn't working properly, and he might actually agree to meet him after seeing the card.

From the moment Norton bought the business card, he had only been purchasing an infinitesimally small possibility. Although two hundred thousand dollars was extremely expensive for ordinary people, even those at the bottom of society, to a rich man like him, it was no different from a piece of toilet paper he could throw away at will.

So when Skye found him, he had decided without hesitation to spend two hundred thousand dollars on a business card that might or might not prove useful—Tony Stark's business card.

"Mr. Norton! Mr. Stark will see you now." As Jarvis's voice sounded, the tightly closed door opened. Norton's face lit up with wild joy. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."

Norton felt incredibly lucky. He had spent only two hundred thousand dollars on a business card, yet he was actually going to meet Tony Stark. As long as Stark let even a little something slip through his fingers, it would be enough to leave him stuffed.

"Hello, Mr. Stark. I'm Norton, Badra Norton. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Badra Norton? Chairman of Norton Machinery. In reality, Norton Machinery is merely an unremarkable mechanical company. Extremely unremarkable..." Tony Stark casually recited all the information Jarvis had just dug up about the man before him.

Cold sweat appeared on Norton's face as he listened to Tony Stark. Stark's words were vicious, practically tearing him and his company apart and making them sound utterly worthless. Yet Norton had no way to refute him. On one hand, it was because of Tony Stark's status. On the other, Stark had indeed hit upon the weaknesses of both him and his company.

"All right, I'm not interested in that. Now, back to my question: who did you buy this business card from?" Tony Stark tossed the card onto the table.

"It was a young woman and an Asian man. Their names were Skye and Saitama—"

"Stop! I don't remember them at all. Do they have any particularly distinctive features? Something recognizable at a glance would be best."

"Uh, the woman was very beautiful." Norton had been interrupted repeatedly, but he wasn't angry in the slightest.

"A beautiful woman? All right, that's certainly a very good feature. Maybe she was one of the women I slept with? Sorry, I've slept with too many women, and they're all beautiful." Tony Stark spoke casually, saying something that ninety-nine percent of men would envy and resent.

"The Asian man was bald. His head was so shiny it could reflect light. He looked as if he'd used some special hair wax. He also seemed a little dull, kind of foolish."

Norton hurriedly described Saitama's features.

"Bald? An Asian man? Dull and foolish? Hmm, now that you mention it, I think I may have seen him somewhere. I have the faintest impression of him—only the faintest. But as for the details... forget it. I'm not interested in men anyway. Norton, was it?"

"Yes, Mr. Stark."

"You can leave now."

"Uh."

"When you go back, you can start making preparations. You'd better prepare some decent production lines. If the quality of what your company produces is poor, your company may be in trouble. So pray."

"What? Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mr. Stark. Thank you—"

"Get out." Tony Stark impatiently pointed toward the door.

"Yes, yes, yes." Norton hunched his shoulders and hurried out.

"Bald? Dull and foolish? All right, Jarvis, do you have any idea who he is?"

"Sorry, sir. I'm your intelligent butler. My responsibilities are limited to the house and Stark Industries. Between those two places, apart from Mr. Obadiah, there are no bald men," Jarvis replied.

"Uh, Obadiah? All right, I understand. Forget it. Looking for a bald man would be less appropriate than looking for a beautiful woman. Jarvis, do you have any candidates?"

"This issue's cover of Time features a pair of twins, sir."

"Excellent. Them it is."

Saitama had no idea that a single business card had made Tony Stark interested in him. But in the end, he was bald—and a man—so he wasn't worth Tony Stark spending any effort to find.

After sneezing twice, Saitama felt much more comfortable in his nostrils, and the dazed, adorable expression returned to his face.

Holding a basket, Saitama walked through the supermarket, constantly scanning the aisles in search of the discount section.

"Great, I found it! Discounted milk. Hmm, it looks like it's about to expire, but that's fine. I'll just drink it before then. And there's discounted beef, too. This is fantastic! The beef here is already relatively cheap, and I actually found it on sale. I'm having great luck today. And eggs..."